En route from Oceanside to Catalina we were joined by a small fleet of the American Goldfinch. They rested and hopped around and ate our food, tried to help us with navigation (see photos) and the main sheet, argued with each other over whether we were properly set for wind direction, and generally entertained us. There was a barrel-chested guy we call The Admiral. In one of the photos you see him berating a colleague (no doubt over something nautical.)
And yes, that's my head they're roosting upon. Ah, nature! There is never a dull moment.
(George is giving a gentle nudge. He decided to share.)
(This is so em-bare-asking!)
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